Unlike some, to me death was a
gift:No longer to live pointlessly in pain.Choosing death, I might have on my ownLet loose the darkness gathered in my heart,Except that luck has seen the matter
through.

How simple, then, to let one's
fortunes driftAway from one, nor care for loss or gain.Remember me as one who, not alone,Relinquished well my moorings, to departYet not without a backward glance towards
you.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon

Audio and Video Music: Sea of Memory.By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.